The Conversation

The Conversation

between The Lord, Janet L. Armstrong, and myself

Son if you could see me now

If you could see my smile

Living high way beyond the clouds

All smiles, son, no more frowns

Just enjoying living as God’s child

Oh son, if you could see me now

Mama, if you could see this world

You know I miss you girl!

Growing worse as each day unfurls

Without your direction and words

Life is hard and it hurts!

Mama, I feel like I need you in this world

Son, if you could see my face

If you could see this place!

Jumping for joy after running my race

Basking in His glory and God’s grace

Can’t explain, but you’ll see one day

My son, if you could see my face

Mama, if you could see what I’ve done

All the races I’ve won

Thanks to lessons  that you taught your dear son

Preaching in Africa and just begun

Your hard work now has fruitful outcomes

Oh Mama, if you could see what I’ve done

Herman, your thoughts are not my thoughts

Your ways are not My ways

I know you’ve had some hard nights and long days

But just look how you’ve grown in grace

I gave you My strength

She left, but I alone filled that space

And Janet? When she saw my face?

You should have seen her dance

How she clung to my nail-scarred hands

Praising Me in every way she can

Shouting for joy over again and again

I promised her I would take care of you man!

So you see? I had to split you up

So I could fill your cup

She introduced, but you didn’t know Me enough

So trust that I’ll guide you through all the bad weather

And one day you two will praise me together, FOREVER